Our Time

Epiloge(Thale)

It's been three years. I really wish I had done more. Since then, more of a story to tell. Like I had done a million good deeds since then. But the truth is, I haven't left the castle since then. I sent troops who killed everyone in Gale. But that's it. The only thing I've been deticated to doing is raising George. He didn't understand at first but he does now. I don't know if he hates me or loves me. I think he feels sorry for me, I tried so hard to help Bee but now look. They're dead and I'm here. Miss Loveman went back to live in the village and I kept George. I don't know if Miss Loveman is still alive but I pray she is living(lived) a good rest of her life. I try to get around sometimes, I leave the castle into the garden and field more often recently. I'm trying to fufill Bee's wish, to take care of George and live a healthy life. It's hard though when you know your lover died. Nothing is the same without them around. Though I am greatful I get to share my life with George, I wish I were sharing it with Bee too. I can't let myself go, though. Bee would have never let me, they would want me to go outside and see the sun.

We haven't seen Jack either since the attack. I hope he's okay too. I'm sure he's with Miss Loveman or his family, somewhere nice.

The balcony is where I stand, the blue sky and sun above. Sometimes I see them here, Bee. I see them down in the grass. They stand there, smiling at me. But it's been too long, I know it's not real. I saw them get buried. They're gone.

"But that doesn't mean you have to be gone too." Bee says.

I stare at them. They're right.

I leave, stepping off the edge of the balcony back to the safe floor.

I know what I have to do, I need to fix this. Bee would want this.

I go to George's room where he's messing around with his toys. I pick him up, which hasn't gotten harder since he was five. Now he's eight, yet he  seems to never get any heavier, probably because he's an elf and I'm a human.

We're going, going to live a real life. One that Bee could be proud of. One that will make George happy. I leave a note before packing our things and leaving.

Five more years later.

"George! Set the tabel for breakfast please!" I yell from the kitchen.

"Alright!" he yells back.

I flip a pancake in tha air and catch it again with the pan. I look out the window infront of me, a field full of flowers. I smile. I did it, I fulfilled Bee's wishes. George is a happy and healthy boy, and I'm just as good. I turned it around, not just for George and Bee, but for me too. I'm better now. Obviously I still miss them and wish they were still here, but I'm healthy about it now.

The sun shines brightly into the kitchen, I turn around and George is eagerly sitting with Lio for breakfast. Lio is a stray... Well, she was. She's George's dog. She's named after George's beloved dragon. We've had her for a little over a year now and we love her dearly. And yes, she does eat at the dinner table.

I sit down with them and slip a pancake onto each of our plates. But of course, we say grace. I close my eyes. "Thank you, moon. For this gratuitous meal and the wonderful people around me." George says.

"Amen." We say, Lio barks along with us.

I pat George's back as he digs into his meal, "Slow down you might choke!" I say.

He rolls his eyes, "Too good, can't stop." He says through a mouth full of pancakes.

I snicker. He hasn't changed at all.

Pouring honey on all our meals I start to eat as well.

You may be wondering where I got this house from, well, I bought it. I offered the people living here a fortune. So they packed up, thanked me, and were on their way. I'm glad I did what I did, I'm so much happier here. I never wanted to be king, but it was 'in my blood' for so long it felt like I didn't have a choice. But I did, and I chose what was best for me and George.

I hope everyone else back in the kingdom is doing well, I heard my cousin took the throne happily. She's doing a good job I hear. Just proves I did the right thing.

The doorbell rings. I smile, "Come on, George." I say.

George smiles, "Yay!"

Today is the one day a year I get to see them, I get to see Bee. Their ghost is a strange thing, I can't seem to understand it, no matter how much I research there is no clear answer. Some say it's because of the magic of the moon. Some say it's because of the type of witch, and some even say they're still alive. But I don't care, whatever it is, I'm happy for it.

I take George's hand and stare at the door, "Ready?" I ask him.

He nods. I open the door and there they are, wearing a flannel and jeans, Bee. Their hair flows in the cool morning breeze. The flowers flowing with them, beautiful purple flowers fill the area. I smile brightly at them, they wave. George squeezes my hand, "It's not real... is it dad?"

"I think it is, but no matter what it truely is, I'm grateful for it."

George turns to me, wrapping his arms around me, still looking at Bee who continues to smile.

They're what I wished for, but now I know they don't have to always be here to make my life complete. I need to do it myself.

A bee floats by my head, I hold up a hand, it perches on my index finger. I look back to Bee, but they're gone. I nod and look back to the bee on my finger, "Thank you." I say.

Thank you for making me realize what it means to make a life, what it means to be happy. Thanks for making sure I loved and kept loving even after you were gone. Thank you for gifting me with our beautiful child before you took your leave. Thank you for coming to see me every year even when I was scared of your ghost. I love you so much Bee, if it weren't for you I wouldn't be the man I am today, I wouldn't have done everything I have, I would be stuck in that castle wasting away alone forever.

"Thank you, Bee."

End.